Chapter 3

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I smoothed the plaid skirt over my thighs, and straightened my white blouse. As much as I hated he outfit, I was required to wear it. And to put it lightly, I was not looking forward to attending the Australian school. After my run in with that blond boy yesterday, people weren't sounding like such a good idea.

Looking at my bedside clock, to see how much time I had left, I grabbed my back pack. I had plenty of time to walk to school. There was no way in hell that I was going to ride a hectic high school bus when the school was just a short distance away.

I ran down the stairs, almost tripping three times, and grabbed a piece of buttered toast that was left on the counter. Hurried goodbyes were exchanged with my parents and then I was out the door.

I was instantly surprised when I was greeted with a blast of warm air. That was a huge change from Michigan's climate, which seemingly had multiple personality disorder. I pulled my hair up into a bun and pulled my sleeves to my elbows. I looked up at the sun, which was barely over the horizon, and frowned. It better not get any hotter than this, otherwise I might die of heat stroke. Putting a Marquette girl in Sydney, is like putting a polar bear in the San Diego zoo. They are way out of they're zone. Or I at least I considered myself a Marquette girl. I had lived there for years, unlike the times before that where I would stay in places for just months at a time.

I stopped looking at the sun when I started to get spots in my eyes and continued on my walk forward. My toes were already dying in these stupid flats. I missed my Ugg boots and converse. I also missed my two best friends back at home, Alicia and Marty. They made me promise that I would Skype them when I got home. And of course like the godly friend I am, I forgot. But its best not to think of home, it only puts me in a crappy mood.

"Thank God you started walking again. For a second there, I was scared that the new neighbor was some sort of hippie girl who likes to stare at the sun." I turned around and saw a tan boy with brown hair walking in my direction with a huge grin on his face. And to put it lightly, this guy was H-O-T. Hot. If all the guys here are this good looking, I might just get over leaving Marquette.

"Um, no. I'm uh, not a hippie." Oh my God. Smooth. I tried to smile back at him, but it looked more like me trying to take a funny selfie.

"Good. If you want, I can show you around school, introduce you to my band mates. You know, so you're not known as the loser walking around alone on our first day..." He scratched the back of his head akwardly.

"What you got a thing against hippie's?" I smirked. "And yeah, that would be great. Thanks..." I didn't know his name, I hoped he would catch on and introduce himself.

"Calum."

"Andy." I smiled as he took my hand and shook it.

"Oh, and Andy?"

"Yeah Calum?"

"I do have a problem with hippie's. They're kinda weird. Unless you were a hippie, then I'd make an exception." He winked at me, then started to walk towards school.

The large front doors of my new school were very uninviting. They were completely empty, there weren't any schedules for after school activities, or any cheesy posters saying 'Say no to drugs!' Come on, every school has a drug poster.

I look at Calum nervously. He just smiles and keeps walking. I couldn't help but feel like every body in the school was looking at me. Here I am, awkward new girl hanging out with a top class hottie.

"Andy, no worries, okay?" He must have noticed that I was practically chewing my lip into two pieces with nervousness.

"I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my entire life." I truthfully answer, I don't know why I am. I've switched schools plenty of times. Maybe it has something to do with me actually liking it here. Or maybe it's because I may have a teeny little crush on Calum. I know,I know. How can you have a crush on someone you just met like 15 minutes ago? I don't even know his last name for God's sake. And I'm almost positive it's not Of-the-southern-isles.

All I know is that Calums a cool guy, and I cannot act like a complete loser around him.

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